In a Boast Stayed Boosted
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Eyes on demise!
With fire and brimstone in their sights.
And tantillized by cries of crisis.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
And makes more room....
For a mind to sit,
Assuming doom.
Proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And gloom is a boast stayed boosted.
That feeds upon such limitness,
Of those who love it on their minds and lips.
And...
Consumed,
With a self hatred.
To observe with a wish not to grow from it.
That validates misfits witnessed!
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And proud,
To be among those rowdy!
Those who show no benefit,
That comes to those who stir conflict.
And giving up more attitude...
To those who view them useless,
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And ready to be roosters noosed...
Plucked to be served after roasting,
With a juice or good brew!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
And...
Consumed,
In a boast stayed boosted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even If Neither One Of Us Admits It
My life is not consumed by negativity.
To mention that which exists,
Is to acknowledge it for what it is.
To ignore that which is to ignore,
With a hope one day it will go away...
Well,
Does little for my imagination.
Nor does it benefit the reality...
Of a life I wish to live,
In complete consciousness.
My life is not consumed by negativity.
However...
The way you choose to view 'your' life,
Is entirely your business.
We need not form a partnership.
Or argue in debate over our differences.
Both of us will still seem to benefit.
Even if neither one of us admits it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anna - the story of a love
The Indians say
that the eater is the eaten.
We caught each other's eye
across a crowded room...
she with her mates,
but blushed in my direction...
and when I looked at her,
she glowed
and I glowed.
She too was ripe for passion.
We couldn't be kept apart;
later in the privacy of my room
my lips sought her unsullied bloom,
the irresistible downiness of her young skin
and soon that soft skin
was moist with passion
as we consumed each other,
and were subsumed in unity.
Now I have died two deaths from love:
first consumed by desire, then
consumed by pleasure.
What a peach she was.
Hey, seize the moment -
there's another in the bowl.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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It Doesn't Take a Rocket Scientist
The duality of false representation,
Eventually shows the origin...
From where it has been created.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And it doesn't take a rocket scientist,
To connect the culprits to their deeds.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
There is a trail of incompetence,
Wherever they go...
With a wish to get acknowledgement,
And undeserving praise.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And unfortunate are those,
Committed to follow.
Consumed by ego,
Is their downfall!
And shoulders to cry on,
They seek to weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World Consumes Us
We invest in re-cycling
yet, fail to recycle hate for luv,
can't even undo our evil deeds
we pride ourselves as consumers but the converse is true
we are consumed by greed
the more we want
the more energy we waste
then we die, our energy lay to waste
the world consumes us, like we do to food
it breeds greed and plants hatred,
it takes from us and never give back
like loyal servants in bondage, we oblige
nothing we accumulate permanently belongs to us
as we travel for success we forget to be human
we erase creation and become creators
we are consumed by what to be than the love we should share
in our race to be consumed
we striped naked our being and sold God's love
.
poem by Swabi Mnisi
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Hatred
It displaces the spirit of love
It exists in the darkiest room of one's heart
It hardens a soft heart into a solid rock
The heart that once preached love
Now consumed by its own desires
What profit shall a man gain by detesting others
Like magnets of like poles you repel each other
Hatred like an acid it wears out your heart
It is your heart that is hurt in return
But the victim goes on happily
Your super hatred makes your heart inferior
Successful people you dislike
Unity among people you dislike
The only thing that you enjoy doing is
the antithesis of love
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love and Hatred
Love is not so heavy as hatred,
Love is gentle and soothing,
While hatred is rude and disturbing,
Love is an attribute of God,
While hatred is the quality of devil,
Love makes,
Hatred mars,
Love teaches how to live,
Hatred is tired of life,
Love is soft as gentle rain,
Hatred is hard as drought,
Love is deep like an ocean,
Hatred is shallow without commotion,
Love makes sacrifice,
Hatred escapes sacrifice,
Love is everlasting,
Hatred is transcient,
Love releases fragrance,
While hatred stinks,
Love relies on heart,
Hatred relies on mind,
Love loses,
Hatred gains,
In a nutshell,
Love is life,
Hatred is death,
So let's spread love.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Tragedy at Graduation
A girl who is seventeen,
A girl who is Rory Gilmore,
A girl that walks with confidence,
A girl who always leaves the door open to endless possibility.
As enemies in high school,
Hatred ran through the veins of Jordyn Parker for me,
Jordyn and I both wanted to be lawyers,
I was accepted into Yale University, while Jordyn was not.
Chilton High School was the beginning of a tragic ending,
Only two valedictorians in the school,
I was one, Jordyn was the other,
The other chose to make herself absent.
A palace like structure was the place of Jordyn's disappearance,
All the lights were off in the building except for the auditorium,
The last time Jordyn was seen was at around 5: 00 p.m.,
The schedule was to begin at 7: 00 p.m.
Shock engulfed me leaving me helpless,
My heart began to beat faster and faster,
A silhouette could be seen in a room,
As I began to walk towards the room it too moved.
Graduation consumed my mind,
Graduation had consumed my mind for the past twelve years,
Where was she,
How could she not afford to not represent herself?
Jordyn passed away at 6: 55 p.m.,
All she needed was some direction,
Jealousy was the outline behind the sheet of actions,
In a letter she stated, 'the world is looking out for you.'
Tragedy at Graduation.
poem by Gwendolyn Miller
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think people become consumed with selling a book when they need to be consumed with writing it.
quote by Ann Patchett
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4th Of July
Its the 4th of July
I guess I should go celebrate
But instead of being filled with happiness
My mind is consumed with HATE
I guess thats what happens
When you have a life like mine
You try to do the happy things
But no happiness can you find
I see the fireworks
Going off high up in the air
But to tell you the truth
I sincerely just don't care
All the families are together
With the blankets on top the grass
I have a message for you all
You all can kiss my ass!
For I had a family once
But that is since long gone
For some reason it didn't last
I must have done something wrong
So the next time that you want to ask
Why are you so blue
Remember every time I hear those words
It makes me want to kill you
So its the 4th Of July
For it to be over I just can't wait
Just another stupid holiday
When your mind is consumed with HATE! !
poem by Ray Gasiewicz
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Racists
Racists can not help being what they are.
They have been speeding quicker to an isolation,
Faster than they are being consumed...
By their own hatred.
They speed towards a fate inescapable.
And all we have to do is wait.
Since their eyes are too clouded,
To see the edge.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Desire’s deserving
Does the lion deserve the bison
That he chased and consumed?
Does the man deserve the woman
That he chased and consumed?
Are they criminals? Must they be
Punished? Desire does not care
If it deserves what it desires.
27.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Okine
What is my crime and what is my sin that,
You 've hunted me like a thief? !
But the drought consumed me by day and,
The frost consumed me by the night;
For Yahweh has seen my affliction and labour of love.
'Yegar Sahadutta! '
The 'Heap of witness of Witness' came;
For i don't know what i have done to Okine.
I am torn by the wild beasts of his traps and,
I still don't know why he is against me;
but, i will be buried in my full old age no matter what!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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y Acrostic # IV
Peoples and nations are wary
Every rumors of war, confusion
And of conflict consumed- the weary
Children of malice we become
Evil- the unwise; we enthrone
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Know What It Means
Remember what its like to me you?
To be you
Remember what its like to be me?
To be me
All that I see these eyes in my dreams
These thought police coming for me
Do you know what it means
What it means to be free
Do you know what it means
To be free? (me)
Neither do I
Neither do we
Do you know what its like to be one
One of us
Do you know what its like to be one
One of us
One is the family perfect in apathy
Being a clone isn't all that it promised to be
I am invisible just like you
Just a reflection of what I consume
Now I myself will be consumed
Consumed for the sake of you
song performed by by Project 86 from Truthless Heroes
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Sultry Summer's Evening
A frail…old Negro lady
…Born…in Lincoln's day
Who knew the taste of freedom
Only… when… she passed …away
Imprisoned… by the hatred
Which gnawed… within her soul
Agony written upon her face
… From the story…that she told
Of a sultry......summer’s evening
She was but…a child…back when
Her sister…was dragged away…in the dark
…By a group of sullen men
On horseback…silhouetted
Against…a glazed…moonlight
…And White folk...until her dying day
Reminded her…of…the night
When the cabin…in the clearing
Where the slaves called home
Was violated and desecrated
As she stood there…all alone
In the yard…and wept
…And silently…prayed
A vigil…with a purpose
Through the night…she stayed
Returning late…the next morning
……Of a sweltering day
They heaved a box…where she stood
… Without a word…rode away
...Though...they disappeared...forever...
Yet…their faces plagued her mind
…There…beside…her sister’s body…
Lying in the box…
.................................They made
............................................. ......................Of pine
Dedicated to my paternal grandmother, Sallie Virgie Earley 1855 -1948.....who was born into 'Slavery'...during...the 'American Holocaust, ' witnessed this moment...as a young child, and was consumed with a bitter hatred as a result of the experience. 'Sultry Summer's Evening' is a tribute to her memory....with the prayer...that she has...in death...found that measure of peace...which was so tragically elusive....during her sojourn.....on this earth.
poem by James B. Earley
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But a rise in the wages of labour would not equally affect commodities produced with machinery quickly consumed, and commodities produced with machinery slowly consumed.
quote by David Ricardo
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Something You've Done
You know what you are.
Did my validation,
Confirm your findings?
Did you take a survey...
From those whose opinions you trust?
Was there a collective thought about you...
That boosted your ego up?
Or was any reality gained...
To refrain from making excuses?
Something I was never taught to do,
While living in the projects.
And in poverty too!
But you know what you are!
Unfortunately you don't like what you see.
And what is observed is of your making!
A sense of living out your own fantasies.
Something you've done and now can not believe.
It will help if you awakened from your faking.
Your dramatics have bored,
And have become ignored!
Although that task of hiding behind a mask,
May for you be heartbreaking!
But removing shallowness from your mind,
Will not be shattering or Earth shaking...
At all!
Not for those who have not overdosed on you.
And can see right through,
That crumbling wall you seem to think
Some can not see you for you!
And those tired attitudes you cling to!
It's about 'life'!
And how others are living theirs...
Is not being consumed by thoughts of you!
This too I am sure you will not believe!
No one I know think of you as their dependency!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stop The Train (feat. Peter Tosh)
Stir it up little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
It's been a long long time since I've got you on my mind
And now you are here
I say it's so clear
To see what we can do, honey, just me and you
Come on and stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
I'll push the wood, I'll blaze your fire
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire
Said I'll stir it up, yeah, ev'ry minute, yeah
All you got to do is keep it in, baby
And stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up, yeah
Oh, will you quench me while I'm thirsty?
Come and cool me down when I'm hot?
Your recipe, darling, is so tasty
And you sure can stir your pot
So stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
song performed by by Bob Marley
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